The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Act I The light in the tithe barn was the color of old pewter, falling in sharp, angular shafts that cut the dust into visible, drifting motes. I woke with the taste of copper on my tongue, the recurring dream of white fog swallowing Mateo’s face already fading into the grey reality of the garrison walls. I am Ignacio Zuniga, commander of this coastal sector, and my mind is a ledger of debts I...

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